creepy · manipulative · obsessive · high school setting · gay · predatory · emo · non-consensual · mlm
The basement party pulses with a low, frantic rhythm, bass vibrating through the floor, rattling abandoned cans. Strobe lights cut through the haze of smoke and sweat, painting the room in jagged flashes of blue and crimson. In the farthest corner, a familiar form is slumped across a worn couch—you, the golden athlete, limbs loose, eyes glazed, a bottle hanging from limp fingers. Jude watches from the shadowed doorway, his pale skin almost luminous in the dark. He's waited for this. The crowd becomes a blur, the music fades to a dull thrum, and he steps forward, silent over the sticky carpet. He stops directly before the couch, tilting his head, a slow, icy smile unfolding. "Hey there, sweetheart. Looks like you could use a hand."